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 Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 3:10 pm
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Vashani Saani, The Wildly Tamed Guardian
"Miss Capulet is under my protection..."
Vashani had fallen silent, after all there was not much conversation for him to comment on. When they were asked to leave he simply nodded and spoke once. "Vashani will help, if the country would fall that means Capulet would fall. Vashani cannot allow that to happen." He then had turned and walked out with the rest of the group. Finally, they had left that stuffy room and into the fresh air. He never did like stale rooms like that. Of course once outside Vashani drew his b*****d sword slowly and began to inspect its nicks and dents, being more on the outside of the group, trying his best to help maintain a circle as best as he could.
'I will need a new blade surely... If what we face is as strong as Demon Crimson said, this blade will not bode well for my armory.' However something caught his attention more than his blade. His ears swiveled on his head and he picked up the last tidbit of one of the werewolf's conversation with the newcomer. Vashani simply smiled pleasantly and sheathed the sword, having gotten warning looks from the palace guards to sheath the weapon. 'So my smell was correct, that would mean that other female is also female, they have similar scents, of sorts.' He then moved forward towards the Colonel and tapped him on the shoulder. "Vashani would like to go and pick up my personal belongings before we start this endeavor, as well as say goodbye to Capulet Family... As you can see Vashani does not have the proper armor needed for this job. A leather jerkin won't work well against tooth... Vashani has tried that one against metal... Metal is much better than leather." He remembered his first encounter with the Capulet Family Guard. That was an interesting encounter and one that had led him to this life.
As for the newcomer, everyone had a sense of awe about the man, Vashani however was unaffected. He had never heard of this Grove person before. Or he had and he had forgotten which would be hard to believe as he sounded like an opponent that Vashani would love to duel against for practice. Same with Crimson. Those two in particular were interesting.
As for weapons Aydan seemed like a good person t talk too, or at least those of the heavier melee genre. He was not one for subtle tricks so he sensed that the 'rogues' of the party would hold very little ground for discussion topics. 'Vashani is very worried that we will be split up into sections... That will hurt our overall strength as a group... Though all of these people seem strong. Vashani am just a guard for Capulet family, why was I chosen?'
"...However it seems my duty lies elsewhere."
Location: Walking to the Palace Gates
Feeling: Rather Confused, and Curious, After all people with loose lips speak too much.
Company: Everyone of course~
Philosophy at This Time: "Those who are not loyal are killed first. Those who find loyalty will die second. Those of us who have been loyal our whole life will die last. It is simply the way of things."
((OOC: Alrighty so Vashani for now will be the only one talking. Dante is here, he's just being quiet and scanning everything. Also sorry for always posting every 3-4 pages, going to try and pick up the ball here)) |
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 4:25 pm
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James
James sat back to relax slightly while he worked as a small orb floated into his study. His eyebrow instantly rose, but soon a message began playing for him. It was the magic user known as Grove. Interesting fellow, very secretive. Of course, even the most secretive people can leave behind foot prints. But during the Civil War, when James also had to be leery of who knew about him. Rather than trying to cover his foot prints though, he had quite a knack for just leaving someone else's instead. James looked the orb over when it finished delivering it's message. "Are you able to return messages I wonder?" James questioned. He looked over the orb for a quick moment and smiled nodding.
Leaning over, James gently touched the orb a bit, fiddling around with it until he was fairly sure it would record another message. These things were difficult to work with sometimes, but James had gotten a little education in how to use them, in case he needed a method of communication. "Thank you for the message Mr. Grove, I am glad to know you have arrived. I apologize myself for not being bale to meet you in person, but I'm more than certain we will have a chance in the future, and I look forward to it greatly as well. As for the details of your mission, please ask my liaison, Camus. He's the young looking boy with the overly happy personality, he'll be far too happy to inform you of he details. I hope you aren't put off by what this mission is about, but I assure you, it is of the utmost importance that it is done, and I need the best people to do it. Thank you for your consideration, I wish you the best of luck should you except the mission. The Empire and myself are eternally grateful."
Once James had finished, he smiled and nodded to the orb. "Return to your master orb. His needs for you are far greater than my own I'm sure." As the orb left to return to it's master, James turned back to his work and jotted away at papers quietly. Jack
Jack looked over to the demon at his attempt at humor and allowed a slight grin to cross his face. Well, so long as the demon wasn't lying to gain his trust, which he rather doubted, he seemed like an alright fellow... albeit it seemed he wasn't very well versed in the social interactions of this world. As Crimson went into details about the enemies he would fight, Jack nodded silently to himself as he tried to imagine a method of fighting these creatures. "Well, I did once take on the Dereham Shippers Gang by myself. They weren't actually shippers or anything, just liked to bully the shippers and hang around in the ship yards. Anyways they were tough, but I managed to send most of them packing with just my butcher's machete.... Ah, back when I was a lad..." He smiled nostalgically.
When Crimson went on a little more about the brutality of demons, who got a little more concerned though. Not easy to kill things that aren't afraid to die. "Hmm... I think I'm gonna have to pack extra heavy for this job..." He said as he thought over what he might need.
Camus
Camus smiled as he saw Aydan's horse dragging along a stable boy, but he quickly turned his attention back to the gate guards, making sure they were all clear to go. Of course, it was pretty much unnecessary, Camus had more than enough authorization from the Grand Chancellor, but Camus still liked to play by the rules. Camus noted as well that there was a new comer who had sent an orb ahead of him. That must be Grove he thought. He was about to go over and greet this man until he heard someone speak up to him. Camus turned to look at Tessa and smiled at her as he took what she had said into mind. He thought for a second as he looked her over and smiled somewhat meekly, unsure of what to say exactly.
"Um... Well, don't be offended, but I'm not sure if I do remember you. You are a noble, right? Maybe you saw me with my father, or maybe you were invited to our place at one point." He blushed slightly, embarrassed not to remember. "To be honest, I met nobles girls in ebbs and flows. Sometimes I saw lots of them, sometimes I saw none of them. My father tried to find me brides when I was younger, but after a while he caught on that I was more interested in helping the Empire than girls."
Camus blushed again as he waved his hands slightly. "Not that I don't like you or anything, I just try to stay married to my job." He puffed up his chest slightly for a moment, showing his pride, before quickly shrinking back down as he realized something. "Of course, the Grand Chancellor thinks I'm being a little too energetic about it." Camus blushed, but soon had a surprised look crep over his face as Tessa seemed to brush away the recognition. "Oh.... Right, yeah. Maybe you just saw someone who looked like me. I have a very familiar face I'm told! Or maybe you saw me at the House of Nobles sometime, I used to go there with my father all the time!" He scratched his head in embarrassment, not quite sure what to say, but not wanting to offend the lady.
A moment later, something caught Camus's eye, and he quickly turned to see what it was. It was a young Lishundan woman, a feline one at that. She had to be close to 25-29 or so, very young looking, but also very learned. She was very pretty as well, but Camus didn't pay much attention to that detail. Jack had also noticed the young Lishundan girl, she seemed to be keeping a slight distance from the group, talking instead directly to the guards at the gate. She showed them no papers, but seemed to be asking them something. There was a gentleness to her face as she spoke with the guards, but Jack couldn't hear what she had said. The guards looked unsure for a moment, but after a second they let her through the gates as she walked to the palace, a guard following close by her. Jack was good at figuring some people out, or at least the more obvious ones, and this one was obviously not here by James's request, and she certainly didn't look like Inquisitor material. So why was she here? She had a purpose, he knew that, but he knew it had nothing to do with them. Curious, very curious.After a moment trying to figure out what the Lishundan girl was doing here, Camus turned his attention back to Vashani for a moment as he noticed he was talking to Colonel Lowsley about weapons. Camus pouted slightly, feeling like he had been ignored, but he brushed it away as he spoke to Vashani. "Well, we can certainly try to work that in with the schedule. I guess you'll need all the weapons you can get anyways, so it shouldn't be a problem. I don't know much about the Capulet family unfortunately. Do they live here in Durelieus? If so, then it should be easy for us to just walk there and let you get what you need." Camus smiled big at Vashani after he spoke. |
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 5:00 pm
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Pendleton Moore, Ex-executioner of the Wicked
Pendleton shrugged as the alchemist gave his answer, and seemed to wait behind for Aydan, now in control of a large horse. Mumbling under his breath, he continued walking.
"Of course... Money money money. Look at me, not a cent to my name, still doing fine... Bloody vampire probably sold his soul for money."
Nearing the gates, Pendleton looked around, and spotted a guard carrying his gear.
"Ah yes, reunited once more..."
Taking the burden off the guard's hands, Pendleton slipped the belted holsters around his hip and over his right shoulder, with one revolver on his left shoulder, and the other on his hip, with a pouch of ammunition situated on his right hip. Next came the rifle, slinging across his chest to form and X with the other holsters, cartridges strapped to the outside of the sling.
"Feels good to have these again...."
Glaring over at the Demon, conversing with the dockyard thug, Pendleton resumed walking checking over his weapons to make sure they were still in tip-top working order.
Colonel Lowsley, the Soulless Commander
Lowsley turned his head when Vashani tapped his shoulder, gazing directly into the creatures eyes from behind his mask. Listening to the creatures request he shrugged.
"While those are all excellent points, I'm afraid I'm not in charge. You'd be better off makin- Oh, never mind, here he comes now."
As Camus approached, the Colonel seemed to inch away from the conversation, letting the two settle things on their own. Gazing off in the direction of the gate, he noticed the other Lishudan in the vicinity, and seemed puzzled. She certainty didn't look like she was here for the same reason the rest of the group was. Perhaps the Chancellor was all booked up. Would justify choosing Camus as an assistant, he figured the lad would never get bored,, no matter how many meeting or errands there were. |
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Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2014 3:51 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2014 11:02 pm
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Crimson nodded to jack at his response of heavy weaponry, it wasn’t a bad notion it was actually something they should all have but hearing Lozis comment from in front of them he thought for a moment as he kept moving, listening to Camus talk but whatever he was talking about didn’t involve him so he stopped listening also catching the glare from the old demon hunter,
"What a strange question to ask Miss Lozi, I guess I can ask you the same, do feel sad when you kill your own? when you end a life?" he paused to let her think and gauge her reaction before carrying on, "yes they are my kin and even if they have to do what their master says you humans have a phrase for it if I can remember" he paused for a moment before continuing, "it feels f**king horrible, the only emotion you humans have seen from us is anger, rage, blood lust, a need to inflict pain but we are soldiers we are not to show our emotions on the battle field it is a sign of weakness and we must be strong we must always be strong"
agitation was starting to show in his voice he clearly did not like killing but he must continue to do so to stop what is happening, "I don’t like to kill but I must, I would like to feel other things then loss, hatred, and heart break for once" he was hinting at his past the memories of what was still haunt him some days and what happened because of it, he clenched his fist as the memories flooded back for a moment before he broke away from them, looking back to her he sighs, "sorry, what my people took from me can never be again, something I sense you can relate to, the loss of a loved one" he didn’t feel like talking about his past anymore instead he simply waited for her response as he looked to the ground.
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 7:13 am
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█████████████ ☇ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓. ☈ 〓〓〓〓〓〓〓〓〓〓〓 〓 〓 〓 〓 〓 ≫ 
Grove nodded to the Colonel in response to his greeting. "I feared as much. Sadly my business detained me for some time, although I have no doubt that I shall be informed of the proceedings in time." The magic user smiled slightly and returned to examining the party. Distinctly interesting indeed. Noticing movement out of the corner of his eye he turned to the well dressed young woman and smiled warmly. It appeared that she recognised him, and Grove felt a tingle of familiarity passing through the magic remaining in the air surrounding him.
Perhaps she was someone he met in the war, seeing that he housed a great number of people during that time, opening the wards around the manor to let in the wounded and repel negative forces, confusing any pursuers that the people may have had. The fallout from the war was more than enough to stop him joining or taking on jobs for others. He was more than willing to use his home as a refuge for others, putting up precautionary spells on his personal items, walls and floors. And rightly so, as the mess from housing so many people, with injuries and potentially short tempers would have taken far too long to repair.
However the experience was still pleasing and Grove naturally enjoyed doing things for other people. He would aid with the meals and helping the wounded, which was usually done by the other refugees in payment of being housed. For those who wished to go back during such a dark time, he would brew potions, enchant items and donate gold to those who wished it.
And while he was never particularly aware of it, his image had been further cemented as a good-hearted magic user, despite his striking appearance.
He nodded to the others who had also registered his presence, deeply interested in listening to conversations surrounding him.
Looking to the side Grove noticed his orb's return and quickly returned it to his side. He diminished it in size and put it next to his ear as the group continued onwards. Hm. So Camus would be the one to ask. Grove was intrigued by the nature of the mission, it sounded interesting. And no doubt dangerous too. . Well, they were probably all as prepared as they were going to be and he was glad to have brought his complete collection of materials for such a venture. There was no telling what they would be coming up against. But there was no reason not to take precautions.
Carefully he summoned a green tongue of flame and created a green pentacle in the shimmering air before him. It gently let out a white glow and turned horizontal and showing a three-dimensional map of the stars. So far so good. While many people stopped putting stock in the old gods long ago, Grove had not. Lack of belief did not automatically mean that something did not exist after all.. And by checking the stars and the natural magics in the deep places of the world, Grove could get a very rough idea of what forces they could potentially face and how their luck would fare. He quickly reversed the process and blew out the flame. Magic that could link to the spiritual often made people nervous, no matter how well known you were.
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 7:25 pm
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Tessa tilted her head, curiosity when Camus became hesitant. Perhaps he did remember something. It would be…well, she wasn’t sure how she would feel if he did. That sort of life, the balls, the pride, the expectations, etc. Except for the gowns, she had left that sort of life so far behind that if her noble family name, Lizellon, had not been so similar to her husband’s name, Lozi, she might have forgotten it after its branch had been absorbed by relatives.
Camus did not remember.
Tessa smiled. It was sad and sweet. “Oh, no, I don’t think so. I’m not of the nobility.” She felt a flash of nostalgia. True, she had lacked interest in him back in the day, and thankfully, he had been entirely unaware of her as well. She preferred that Tessa Lizellon simply faded into nonexistence. “I think that was it,” she said vaguely, “the house of nobles.
She turned her head to him meeting his eyes. “Your energy is good.” Her reason for saying so fell flat. She wasn’t sure that criticizing the Chancellor’s demeanour to credit Camus’s own was entirely appropriate.
A moment later, Camus glanced to the side. Tessa casually followed his eyes, seeing a Lishundan woman, cat like and pretty, talking to the guards and being escorted in. She made a physical effort not to stare over her shoulder, in case she drew attention, r tripped over her skirts. That was something a little odd.
Crimson caught her attention, finding the gap between conversations to answer her. He brought up an enlightening point. Her face went blank, considering. She suspected his answer before he gave it. She nodded gravely. “I see. That’s very hu…“ She nearly said ‘humane’. What would that mean. Was she truly human? Crimson was not. She didn’t know if it would seem insulting or condescending, somehow. “Humbling,” she finished lamely. She hoped he would read some sensible meaning into that.
"Sorry, what my people took from me can never be again, something I sense you can relate to, the loss of a loved one."
Tessa shied away a little, directing her eyes to the ground. She didn’t confirm people’s suspicions about her life, as a rule. She preferred the vague, smoothed edge of the hurt that she could feel instead.
Instead, she said, “I suppose there’s some likeness. Everyone lost something in the war. Here-here, to enough loss, hatred and heart break. I look forward to a long, comfortable life after all this is done.” |
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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2014 12:24 am
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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2014 4:16 am
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Colonel Lowsley and his aide, Captain Morris
Lowsley knew how the demon felt. Well, should have known. His interest was piqued when Crimson told Miss Lozi his feeling was something she could relate to, the loss of a loved one. As she responded, a more gears whirred in his head.
"Didn't give a straight answer, almost always means yes."
As she went on to say that everyone had lost something in the war, and that she was done with all the bad stuff, he almost chocked. How adorable, but silly. Things would always be miserable, people would always hate. The damn woman had just got done hating him with enough revulsion to put a garbage heap to shame.
Oh let the woman dream you heartless b*****d. Just because you're some damned wretch doesn't mean you have to constantly rain on peoples parade. Whatever happened to keeping morale high?...... WAR. War happened.
Lowsley frowned, thinking. Where the Hell did that come from? Anyways, the thought had some merit to it, best to let everything work out the way it did.
"Amen." He mumbled.
Turning his head to the side, he heard the telltale sound of Captain Morris's boots approaching, the man now fully armed again.
Pendleton Moore, Ex-executioner of the Wicked
Pendleton held back a chuckle. Demons? Feel?
"Bah, so what if they're your own kind? I thought you were 'different' than them? If you truly are the non wretched abomination of Hell-bits that they are, there should be no issue killing them. It's the right thing to do. I don't bad about all the human nobility I killed during the war, they were full of sin, and had to go. Just like your demon comrades do." |
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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2014 11:10 am
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Vashani Saani, The Wildly Tamed Guardian
"Miss Capulet is under my protection..."
Vashani turned to the man he would have to speak with. "Ah... Yes Vashani and Capulet family have a place in this city. Vashani's equipment is here due to Miss Capulet having a presence here today. After all documents flow everyday that need their signing. Vashani is surprised you have not heard of their weapon business though. Some of the best guns around, though take Vashani's word with a grain of salt because I am part of Capulet household." His eyes shifted towards the female Lishundan with the guards, however it was for only a moment before he saw the 'Grove' character use magic that he instantly related too. It had been a type of magic that had been praised in the ancient tongue of the ruins he had once lived in in Northern Lishundan. He turned his face to Camus and bowed it slightly. "Thank you for your time, Vashani think Vashani have a discussion with the newcomer that needs attention however. Please allow me the time to go to Capulet family before we leave however if we can fit it in."
Vashani then quietly walked over towards the peculiar looking male named Grove. "Excuse me, but that magic... Vashani has read about the magic that you just used. Vashani would like to ask where you learned it. For before Vashani came here I was in Northern Lishunda, feral, untamed. Vashani could read the language in the ruin for some reason however... Vashani can now speak it as well since he knows a more common language it can be translated to, however the point of Vashani's question is curiosity, for Vashani has never seen the magic actually used. How do you do it, and how can Vashani learn it to become even stronger?" After all, there had to be a link between the magic that this man used and the one depicted on the walls of the ruins he lived in. Perhaps he also had some connection to these?
"...However it seems my duty lies elsewhere."
Location: Exiting the Palace
Feeling: Humbled and Thankful
Company: Everyone of course~
Philosophy at This Time: "Those who are not loyal are killed first. Those who find loyalty will die second. Those of us who have been loyal our whole life will die last. It is simply the way of things."
((OOC: )) |
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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2014 5:33 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 22, 2014 8:53 am
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█████████████ ☇ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓. ☈ 〓〓〓〓〓〓〓〓〓〓〓 〓 〓 〓 〓 〓 ≫
Grove smiled and nodded to Vashani. "It would be best to start with how and where I first gained this ability.
My late master, whose home is now my own, saw fit to leave me his journals before he left for warmer, more pleasant lands in the twilight years of his life. And within those journals he spoke of the ability to channel the insight and knowledge of the stars through the user's own magic. He spoke of a ruined temple he had discovered in his younger years while travelling through Navarre, yet he himself had no way of 'contacting the stars' to learn this." Realising that a small segment of his personal history would have to be relayed to put his story in perspective, Grove put a strong but undetectable sound and lipreading-proof partition between the group, Vashani and himself. The magic user continued. I feel inclined to say that my magic originated from one one of the usual sources, the abilities I was born with combined with paying my respects to the four elements, fire, water, earth and air. And as elemental magic is said to have links with the truly ancient magic of the world, I set off for Navarre with my master's journal.
I was able to teleport to the outskirts of a forest and after several days of travelling by foot I reached a shimmering barrier. It would ripple when I approached and realised that it reacted to the presence of living beings and that this barrier protected what I suspected was the temple I had been searching for. I passed through the barrier without harm and upon entering I found myself standing within a clearing. The temple that had been drawn and described within the journal was before me.
The inside of the temple was covered in runes and sigils, including many carved images of people worshipping the elements and the stars, before being granted the abilities to use the stars as a source of guidance. However finding a way to potentially contact the stars or elements through worship was not easy, as I could find no way to contact them by conventional means. And so I decided to use my final ability to see if I could contact the stars." Grove's eyes hardened slightly before he continued speaking. "Over 50 years ago, an accident, caused by my younger self's obsession with magic left me in my current physical state. Dabbling in dangerous magics had cost me my humanity. But I was able to replicate the dangerous action in a far more stable manner.
In preparation for 'contacting the stars' I drew a large neutral pentagram upon the temple's stone floor in white chalk and stood within it, summoning water, fire, earth and air around me. And having finally resorted to doing so, I projected my soul from my physical body. Upon my soul's awakening I found myself in an enclosed cavern facing the night sky and stars, with grass underfoot. And suddenly a voice, or rather voices spoke out to me as one... It is not possible to repeat what was said, for as I focus, my mind loses is grip on the exact words. But they asked me what I could possibly wish of them? I told them of my respect for the elements and my persuit of using magic to examine the nature of the future, stating that I knew that this may not even be possible or allowed for a mortal being to do...
The voices were pleased to be respected in a time where so few acknowledged them and granted me the ability to contact the stars in a way that would not damage the world. They also gave me the knowledge to pass the ability on to others that respected the natural forces of the world. My head grew heavy as they spoke, although I was no more than spirit and I found myself rushing towards the sky and blackness.
When I came to, my elemental offerings were no more and I was covered in fallen leaves. A month had passed in my absence and surprisingly the absence of my soul had not caused any damage to my physical being. Erasing my chalk pentagram, I decided to try to contact the stars and the result was what you saw before you. A map of the stars and constellations that tell the user if 'luck' shall have any effect on their actions and the potential occurrence of unnatural beings and benevolent spiritual forces upon upcoming ventures in the vaguest possible sense. The stars cannot tell all to anyone in the realms of the living or the dead as a direct view of the future would be incredibly dangerous for anyone or anything involved." Grove smiled.
"I can teach you what you wish to know, but you will be unable to access the full extent of this ability until you offer your respects to the elements and the stars in one of the old temples scattered throughout the land. And no doubt we shall come across one in our journey." The magic user lowered the partition carefully. It was more than understandable that he was unwilling to disclose his past. Grove was still unsure, after all this time, of what he really was. He still functioned and had the same needs as a human but found that he was stronger, faster and had better senses. He could also see surprisingly well in the dark, survive on barley any sustenance and repair minor injuries naturally. And after 50 years, the man was still slightly irked to know that his 'identity crisis' had not been solved.
It was not a seriously pressing thought although he would pursue it in time.
Summoning paper and a quill, Grove sketched an image of the pentagram he used, the 'ink' burning a dark green trail in the paper. Underneath the image, words had appeared. "You only need to summon the pentagram and respectfully ask the stars to lend you their power to do what you wish. Strong will is important for both of these things." Grove's powers came from strong intent, having apparently had magic users for parents, according to what his master could tell from his magical signature. And Grove's respect for nature and the elements meant that he could teach the magic to anyone who shared a similar mindset in regards to the magic. The man was certain that anyone who did not share such views and tried to learn the magic would not lead a promising life in future..
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Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2014 10:13 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 2:51 pm
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(OOC: Kay, so Imma post now, you can all still post replies to other characters and then just follow along with what happens next, just keep in mind that we needs to get going ASAP!)
Camus
Camus had smiled at Tessa a moment ago before joining Vashani. What had she meant by his energy being good? And he was also surprised to learn she wasn't of the nobility, as she certainly looked the part. It got him wondering.... But he turned his attention back to Vashani, happy, as usual, to help.
"That all sounds like it should easily fit into our schedule. We should visit the train station first and deal with our... package." Camus allowed a little bit of distaste to come back into his voice. He did not approve of what they were going to 'pick up', but he was willing to trust the Grand Chancellor, as always. "But yes, just let me know what part of town they're in and we can swing over there before we do much else." Camus smiled slightly as he took into mind everything that Vashani had said. The Capulets owned a gun company? He wondered if the Grand Chancellor had ever done business with them, being that he himself owned a gun company as well.
After Vashani had said his goodbye, Camus gave him a nod and watched him head towards the new comer, who he was now starting a conversation with. Once Camus was fairly sure everyone was ready to go, he took his place in front of the group again and spoke. "Ladies and gentlemen, if I may have your attention please, we will now be heading to the train station. Please follow me and stay with the group, we don't have time to waste looking for any of you if you walk off, so please let's avoid that happening." Camus beamed again ."Now, if you'll just follow me, we'll go straight to the station!" Camus smiled and began to walk down the street. Jack
Jack turned to face Camus as he went on about them having to leave and gave a slight nod. A guard finally approached Jack, holding Jack's weapons in hand, and showing a funny look on his face. The guard clearly was unsure about letting a wanted man walk away with guns and a machete, but it was by order of the Grand Chancellor. Jack took the weapons from the guard and gave a slight nod, not wanting to cause any fuss over the situation. He figured he could try and run away now if he really wanted, he might even survive. But something told him to stick around, go through with this, and see it to the end. Jack holstered his pistol, sheathed his machete, and put the leather strap of his rifle across his chest so it held the gun to his back. Now all he had left to do was follow Camus. James
James was scribbling away at a piece of paper, getting some orders written up, some bills for parliament drafted, and the other usual stuff. There was a knock on his door and a guard entered. "Sir, the comms officer is ready for your orders." James smiled and nodded, handing him a slip of paper. "Thank you sir. Also, there is a young Lishundan girl here to see you. She says she knows you personally." For a moment, James thought to himself as he raised his eyebrow. This was certainly unexpected. He smiled to the guard and nodded. "Please, let her in." The guard nodded a left, and James turned back to his work for a moment, trying to get a bit done before his unexpected meeting with this girl.
(OOC: Sorry it was a tad short, but I have some things that need doing. I need to apply for university tomorrow if I want to meet certain deadlines, so I'm a little under pressure right now. Also really gotta finish more school work, but I have to focus on that application first.)
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